Cece P.O.V.
The next time I awoke I saw Jason signing papers and speaking to the doctor outside of my room.
Gingerly I tried to sit up, my ears ringing I groaned.
In a second Jason was next to me again, "Are you alright Cece?"
"Yeah." My voice was rough, scratchy. "Can we go yet? Please?"
He chucked, "I just finished signing the last of your release papers. I'm not letting you out of my sight."
Instantly I felt more cheerful. I was getting out of the hospital already, I hated them, and even better, I was staying with Jason.
The nurse from earlier brought in a wheelchair and Jason lifted me up gingerly and placed me in it before wrapping a blanket around me to keep me warm.
"Thanks." my cheeks heat up slightly, I don't much like being helpless.
"You're welcome." His smile is cheeky and I roll my eyes at him, I swat his arm.
"Just get me out of here please."
"You got it." He laughs again.
After he got me out to the car, he pulled me from the wheelchair and placed me in the passenger side before returning the wheelchair and hopping into the drivers side.
He gave me a goofy grin before he started the car and pulled out of the parking lot. Within minutes we are back at his house, the same house I remember visiting so many times.
He got me in the house without the wheelchair as we didn't have one he had to carry me again, but he didn't seem to mind. We settled onto the couch together, I insisted on snuggling into his chest. I sat between his legs and he played with my fingers, careful of the other hand which was wrapped up due to the burns.